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Legacy Parkway Trail Rocks!

Do you know where this picture was taken? Do you know who the person standing it it is? If you guessed Legacy Parkway Trail/Complete Stranger, then you were right on both counts.

We biked on the Legacy Parkway Trail the other day. I've wanted to take a ride on it since I first noticed its existence. Can I just say, it did not disappoint. It's a paved trail made for pedestrians and bikes and in some spots horses (blech). For the most part, it parallels the Legacy Parkway (what is a parkway anyway? Why do we park on a driveway and drive on a parkway?) It is as flat as any road/trail I've ever been on in Utah. It doesn't have any drinking fountains or bathrooms. It's evidently 14 miles long. We wanted to bike the whole thing, but were headed into a ridiculous head-wind going south, so only went 10 miles each way. I had a bear of a time figuring out how to get on the dang thing, so I've included a list of accessibility points for your reading pleasure:
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What's Your Gender?

I always thought it was fairly obvious I was female until I donated blood last week. That's right I donated blood. Some lucky person who was in a transfusion-requiring accident last week had two cups of my special, secret formula of A+ blood. It must be good because the blood bank calls me constantly wanting more. (I shouldn't say anything, but just between us kids, the secret ingredients are Diet Pepsi and a surprisingly high level of carbohydrates).

So I was sitting behind the black curtains next to the phlebotomist, an older man with white hair, black-rimmed glasses and at least one missing tooth. He had to have been in his 70s. He was asking me all the routine questions, what's your name, your address, etc., when he asked me the oddest question. He asked me my gender. I stared at him for a moment, I thought it was a joke and waited for him to laugh. He just kept looking me in the eye, so I answered, "female." But for some reason when I answered, I posed it …

My One True Talent?

I may have discovered my one true talent. I believe everyone is born with at least one innate skill that they are just crazy good at, and that they just love doing (well, I'm still debating on the loving part, maybe they don't have to love it, in fact, perhaps it could be a talent they would hate doing).

I think it's my social and moral responsibility to discover what my true talent is. After all, I couldn't well deprive the world of me. I've been looking a good long time, and have had many false alarms, as my discovery yesterday may well turn out to be. Be that as it may, here it comes: it turns out I'm really good at pulling out loose teeth! Granted, I've only pulled out two, but if I do say so myself, I was amazing. It was similar to picking a flower. Just a firm grasp then, 'plick', tooth out...pain-free. Zero tears, zero tugging...just one single 'plick'. If you want, I will come over and pull out your kids' teeth. Just give me a…

Daylight Savings Can Kiss It

I hate daylight savings. Daylight savings is the dumbest invention since the Steam Buggy. It was impossible to sleep on Sunday night and even more impossible to wake up this morning. Even inebriated on a ridiculous amount of Diet Pepsi, I'm still ornery as all get out and looking for someone to blame.

Despite what all the crooked politicians tell you, messing with the clock twice a year isn't doing anybody any good. Please don't tell me it's saving energy; that's a myth. I woke up an hour earlier today and had to turn on all my lights, crank the space heater and fire up all the other appliances. So now instead of using all that energy an extra hour each night, I'm just using it an extra hour each morning.

Also, don't give me that milarky about how now with an extra hour of daylight you can work on your farm or play hide-and-seek outside an extra hour at night. Face it, you don't have a farm, and if you did, everyone knows farmers do their work in the morn…

Thirteen is Such a Fun Age

Stella turned 13 years old on Tuesday. She doesn't look a day over 12. I told her she was 91 in human years, but she didn't seem to care. In fact, she's really taking the whole 13th birthday thing in stride. I thought she'd be a bit more reactionary, but no.

For her birthday, we took her to Petsmart and let her pick out anything she wanted. Well, not anything. Those rawhide bones you see on the bottom shelf were like $30, so we had to limit her to selections from items on the middle shelf.

After that, we went up to the mountains for a cold windy hike. She loved it! She was like a pup again. It's amazing what a little fresh air and $78 dollars worth of medication can do!

The boys collected armfulls and coatfulls of rocks. When I asked them to stop, they claimed they were gathering them for Stella for her birthday. How could I argue with that? The car is still full of rocks; if anybody needs some let me know.

After the walk, Stella continued the celebration with a long n…